You know how it is. A pin-prick here, a pin-prick there, and one day you wake up to realize you’re bleeding profusely, from too many pricks.

So Much In One Place

There's an air of buoyant fraud ‘bout Massachusetts;
A curious place I wouldn't want to live.
While they scoff at men like Bennett,
Moby Dick spouts in the Senate.
Their bridge to power; no sin they won't forgive.

Miasma of decay clouds Massachusetts;
The Boston priests are rumored to be kind.
On the whole, I think I’d rather
Be empewed with Cotton Mather,
Than leave the Mass, my nine year-old behind.

Elites are dumbing down in Massachusetts
(Take the Cambridge Peace Commission—please...away)
Once 't was Lodges, cods and Cabots
Now it’s sainted peacenik Babbitts
Who think other's mangled bodies are the way.

Years past, the place was known as Taxachusetts;
Excessive rates would make the spenders grin.
Not a care for business’ grieving
Ah, but when they started leaving...
Well, lets just say pols jumped to rein it in.

There are those, would rightly call it Perscu-setts;
That harsh DA, he knew witch-hunts would try.
So rots Gerald AmiraultGuiltless, in a prison vault.
(Perhaps they still eat bread from moldy rye)

Education is a force in Massachusetts;
DSS is there to see you get that right.
What the Bryants have been learningWould set any stomach churning.
A learning child learns best absent such spite.

There's a smarmy, tribally feel to Massachusetts;
What better place for torting sharks to meet.
Where attorney Banzhaf calls it
"Public Health," but fills his wallet;
And Teddy gets a plane ride—what a treat!

Why single out the state of Massachusetts?
For elitist crap it’s something of a base.
True, such arrogance—gross or fine-cut,
Tars the other forty-nine, but
Old Cape Cod and all, sports so much in one place.